Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Everyone’s gone, aren’t they? ‘Uelito has you, and all is right with the world.” Sam rocked his nieta, staring at the Christmas lights as they twinkled.
It was between her four a.m. and six a.m. feeding, and this was Sam’s quiet time. All the family and well-wishers and folks were home or asleep, so were Hillary and Evan. It wasn’t time to feed stock yet. He had his coffee, he had Christmas carols playing, he had his manequita.
He thought he might be in heaven.
The tree was already packed with presents that had been coming in from all over.
It wasn’t as if Hillary needed anything, so anything new she didn’t bother to open yet.
She said she was going to save it all for Christmas and then take tons of pictures and put them online and make it look like she had a gigantic haul.
He still had to play Santa—for Evan and Hil, for Natasha and all his family—the Marróns, his rodeo people, the Bialyks.
Even Evan’s folks, who were coming in along with his sister, who had gotten leave.
Lord have mercy, he was a lucky son of a bitch.
Busy. Needing to build a casita to keep company in. Exhausted and in need of a little adult quiet time with his man.
But lucky, nonetheless.
“Hey, babe, is she asleep?”
He smiled up at Evan. “Maybe. She sure looks pretty, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, I’m not sure she’s ever going to be allowed to walk. She’s going to be held for the rest of her life.”
He waved one arm, dismissing the worry. “Nah, she’s so little now; it don’t matter.”
“Oh, I think it matters a little bit, but not yet.” Evan squatted down in front of him, and he grinned.
“You’re so flexible.”
“Bah, I’ve seen you jump over bulls.”
“I have, yeah. A couple times.”
“How are you doing? Just you. Unrelated to the baby love.” Evan had taken to checking in with him, making sure he had what he needed, that he wasn’t stewing on anything.
It felt amazing to have someone to talk to. To vent. Someone in his corner first.
“Good. Tired.” He grinned at Evan. “Missing some of the benefits of living with my lover, if you know what I mean.”
Evan blinked at him and then that smile widened. “Well, listen to you.”
“I know I know it’s hard to believe, isn’t it? It’s true though. I could—I would absolutely spend some adult time with you.”
“Is she asleep?”
“What?”
“The baby. Is. She. Asleep?”
Sam glanced at her, nodded. “Seems to be.”
“Then let’s take her back to her mama’s room, and you and I can go back to ours…” Evan rose, grinning to beat the band.
“Are you suggesting something nefarious?”
Evan eased Natasha out of his arms, nodding. “Mm-hmm, so nefarious, possibly wicked. You just never know with me.”
“Do you know that if I have an o-r-g-a-s-m, I’ll fall asleep. Then I’ll miss feeding.”
Evan rolled his eyes and headed down the hall. “One, she’s not old enough to start spelling around her yet. Two, you have twenty-seven thousand family members who can feed. I’ll send a text—at a reasonable hour after your o.r.g.—there’s lots of letters in that word, love.”
“There are. And you can send a text to the teenagers now. They’ll have us on Do Not Disturb until seven.”
They took the baby and tiptoed into Hillary’s room, putting her in her bassinet.
Then Evan tugged him out, not speaking again until they were in their bedroom. Even then, Evan pressed him back against the closed door without a word, kissing him hard.
That was what he’d been craving—under the worry and exhaustion and joy and stress, he’d needed this man, right here and now. He grabbed Evan’s hand and shoved it against his sweats, pushing those smart, callused fingers against his prick.
Evan closed that long hand around him, and it was perfect. Just enough pressure and heat. His toes curled in his socks, trying to grip the hardwood floor. His ass clenched, and goosebumps rose on his skin. “Mmmph.”
“Oh, someone is needing this, isn’t he?” Evan’s voice was deep, husky, rough as it rumbled up through his lover’s chest.
“Mmmhmm. Want you.” He needed to get down to skin on skin and touch and taste.
Evan laughed, the sound breathless, and muscled him over to the bed before stripping him out of his clothes with quick efficiency.
“You want me a little, guapo?”
“I want you every second, every god damn day. That’s how I want you.” Those strong hands ran up his thighs, even as Evan’s bright eyes ate him up, then Evan eased him down onto the bed. “Gonna tear you up.”
“Listen to you.” That almost sounded like Evan was gettin’ western. Sam was proud.
Evan’s hands climbed up his inner thighs, spreading his knees, thumbs nudging his balls and stealing his breath.
He bent one knee to show himself all the way off, proud to let Evan see every bit of him. “You make me happy.”
Sam got this grin, that scar pulling, warming his goddamn soul.
“Good.” Evan massaged, rubbing his thighs, then cupping his sac in one huge hand and lifting it up against his cock. “Gonna make you feel so damn fine.” That mouth dropped over his cock then like a ton of bricks, wet heat engulfing him.
His eyes rolled up in his head, and he scrabbled against the sheets, his entire body lighting on fire. He prayed the sound he made wasn’t loud enough to wake anyone, but he sure didn’t do anything to stop it.
Evan sucked him deep, tongue slipping along his length, mouth meeting the hand still on his balls. Dios, the man had talent with that mouth.
“Need you like breathing,” he groaned out, desperate that Evan understand how he ached, how he wanted that big, hard body, and more, the generous soul.
“Mmm.” Evan swallowed around him, and he sank his hands into Evan’s hair, tugging.
“Too much.”
Evan popped off his cock. “Did you want something, baby?”
“Fuck me.” Then he’d take a nice long nap and get his shit together.
“Mmm. Let me grab the lube.” Evan crawled up over him, cock rubbing his hip through Evan’s sweats.
“Get naked, huh?” He plucked at the waistband.
“Mmm. Hold this.” Evan handed him the lube, then backed off to yank off his clothes.
Jesus, Evan was the finest bastard he’d ever seen—solid and muscled, fuzzy and scarred. His mouth watered as he watched that thick, heavy cock appear.
“You like that, Sam?” Evan gave his own cock a couple of slow, easy strokes.
“Fuck, yes. Bring it here.”
“Mmm. Did I get a condom out? I kinda blanked out a little from sucking you.”
“I got one in the drawer.” Lube, condom—baby wipes for after for tender areas. He was prepared.
“You think a lot,” Evan stopped long enough to nip his bottom lips. “Just feel, babe. Let me worry about everything.”
“I can do that for a bit.” He wrapped his arms around Evan to pull him down for another kiss, then let him grab a condom and get the lube open.
He couldn’t wait to feel Evan inside him.
Evan’s touch was slick and cool, and he hummed a little bit, his thighs shuddering. “Good, guapo.”
“Uh-huh. Hot as fire inside, and so damn tight. I could just work you open for hours. But I know we’re on borrowed time.” That wry smile made him laugh.
“Uh-huh. Not that borrowed. We got a second. Don’t stop.”
“Not a chance.” Evan worked one finger into him, then pulled back to circle his hole before pressing two inside. Deep inside, finding the spot that lit him up like the Christmas lights outside. Sam’s entire body clenched, and Evan groaned for him. “Fuck, yeah. You like that.”
“I love it. Love you.” He felt breathless, his skin too tight, the waiting game killing him. His cock leaked, waiting for Evan to touch it again. “Come on, guapo.”
Evan chuckled, but gave in, muscling up between his thighs. “Hungry cowboy. What are we going to do with you?”
“Love me. Keep me forever.” That was easy, right?
“Fuck yes.” Evan groaned when he rolled the condom on and lubed up. “I can’t imagine not wanting you. You ready for me?”
He nodded and wrapped his hands around Evan’s shoulders. “Need you. Take me, guapo.”
Evan slid forward, cock spreading him wide open, pushing into him, making him grunt. The stretch and burn was nothing like Evan’s thick fingers. This was epic.
They fought together—bodies and mouths working to bring each other pleasure. Sam was full, and he ached in the best possible way. He bore down, squeezing as tight as he could.
When Evan moved it wasn’t slow and easy to build up. It was a long, heavy thrust, then almost a full retreat only to slam back in. The man was driving them hard toward their orgasms.
Sam took it, fucking flew with it, his heart trip-hammering with his hunger. He gave Evan biting kisses, digging his fingers into those impossibly wide shoulders, sucking in huge lungfuls of musk-scented air.
They were a pure fucking magic together.
“Gonna keep you forever, cowboy. Gonna love you until you lose your mind.”
Jesus fuck, he sure hoped so. All he could do was nod, his lips trying to form words, but there wasn’t enough air to force them out.
Evan drove harder into him, and he knew when Evan’s hips started stuttering that they were almost there. Then one big hand wrapped around his cock again, stroking, and that was all it took.
“Love.” He bit the word out and shot, his muscles convulsing with the raw, near unbearable pleasure.
“Fuck! Love you.” Evan came inside him, plunging deep to fill the condom, whole body shaking.
He held on, fighting to stay with Evan, stay awake until his guapo got every second of what he needed.
“Uhn.” Evan slumped on him, blocking the light for a moment, and he always had to grin when that happened, because his damn lover could smother him this way.
But then Evan pulled away to get rid of the condom, coming back to clean him with a warm, wet cloth.
“Sleep, baby. I’ll deal with the next round if Hil can’t. That was perfect.”
“Mmhmm.” He grabbed the big body and pulled him in, cuddling right in. “Love you, guapo. Gon’ take you out later. Feed you.”
Later.
Not now.
Now was for rest.